The Comforters Head Never Akes.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

None Is So Wise, But The Foole Overtakes Him.

The Frier Preached Against Stealing, And Had A Goose In His Sleeve.

Many Kiss The Hand They Wish Cut Off.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.